Jessica Tandy, sugar candy, fine and dandy,
Spanish brandy oh so handy, shoreline sandy, water
warm, no brooding storm in sight, inviting plight.
The night air fair yet salty, faulty parts replaced
within one year of purchase date, second rate,
always late, love and hate, two hour wait. Spate.
Utah State and Salt Lake City, Book of Mormon
not a pretty sight for sore eyes, bloodshot
and abused, misused, and weakened from the strain.
The pain, the plain and simple truth of subtle slights,
sleepless nights, glaring lights, near-final rites
and midnight flights to nowhere in particular.
Vehicular homicide, no one died. Bonafide.
Ebbing tide, long and wide, silly pride, jilted bride,
side by side, we never came down any aisle worthwhile.
The River Nile knew us once but said nothing
as we passed. We looked up at the moon, its face
had grown in to the likeness of Hume Cronyn.
Around to where
an astroid chunk
slips by a Fall-Window;
to where a Bull-Earth
brushes past a
bleeding trailmark.
To where a babe,
cut free from Mother-Machine
crawled to other
darks and warms.
(Times twenty six.)
It's all been sad before.